Prompt from Hades Lord of the Dead: Either Holmes or Watson needs a new mattress.
To Sleep...
Doctor John Watson was tossing and turning;
He could not get settled in bed.
It seemed far too bumpy and lumpy to slumber;
He moved to the sofa instead.
Holmes found him next morning,
As day was just dawning;
His blanket and pillow askew.
He looked fairly rumpled and crumpled and weary,
And grumpy and bleary eyed too.
Holmes drew back the curtain, quite sure and quite certain
That daylight would brighten his mood;
But words filled with tension, too startling to mention;
Were muttered, a few were quite rude.
This stream of abuse, allowed Holmes to deduce
That perhaps he should leave him to doze.
His conductor of light did not look very bright,
And in need of a peaceful repose.
In fact he looked dreadful, Holmes tried to be helpful;
A lullaby played...violin.
But the good doctor sadly, reacted quite badly;
Complained of the terrible din.
Hurt silence, whilst Holmes sat and sulked for a second;
Perplexed at his sleep deprived state.
What manner of nightmare had flattened the fellow;
Caused matters to thus escalate?
He traced his friend's wander from parlour to bedroom,
And looked at the facts of the case;
Then sat on the doctor's old mattress to ponder,
And everything fell into place...
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Doctor John Watson was peacefully sleeping;
Enthralled by a wonderful dream,
On soft downy feathers packed smoothly together;
New mattress, result of Holmes' scheme,
And Holmes was delighted, a wrong had been righted;
Insomniac partner no more.
No sound more endearing, than Holmes was now hearing;
His friend and associate's snore...
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